471 The Three Venerable Ones II
At dawn, Miss Luo and Mr. Cai emerged from Changchong, dressed neatly, their expressions as before, even more intimate than before.
Elder Qiu also came out as usual, his expression unchanged, only more taciturn, and began his day's work, patrolling and cultivating, just like before.
The other disciples were the same, busy with whatever they needed to be busy with, as if last night was just a dream, just wandering around Xiatang County. Occasionally, when they looked down, a similar smile would appear on their lips, like that of a beautiful woman.
A gentle breeze stirs, bringing a touch of coolness. The ethereal moon, its face streaked with tears, sighs at the impermanence of life. With a flick of the wrist, a new moon slowly appears before one's eyes, amidst ethereal palaces and the fragrance of osmanthus blossoms. Lost in its beauty, one is unwilling to awaken.
The sky is dotted with stars, making you feel as if you are in the heavens. The starlight is dazzling, and for a moment your eyes are blinded. All around you is silent, with only loneliness.
The beautiful woman bowed slightly in thanks.
Ji Xixi, unaware of when, had already come to her side, gently embracing Piaomiao Yue, and whispering as she looked her over, "Yueyue has become even more ethereal. Is she about to become a fairy?"
A hint of shyness appeared in Piaomiaoyue's eyes as she whispered, "Sister is the true fairy. I was completely mesmerized just now."
Then she gently turned her head and asked with a soft laugh, "Is Shen Lang engrossed in watching?"
The latter nodded slightly. He gently stepped forward and embraced the three of them. His hands encircled their waists, a soft movement.
Ji Xixi smiled gently. She leaned against the wall quietly, not wanting to say anything more.
Accustomed to quiet, he sometimes preferred to lie quietly in the mansion, watching the clouds drift by, and occasionally watching Wan Qing, Rou Rou, Wei Qinghui, Fang Hua, Wei Lan, Hui Fu, Bai Rong, and others cultivate and play, and would smile gently.
Most of the time, she would quietly play the piano with Lian Xiuxiu, completely absorbed in the music. When her lover was around, she naturally wished to lie in his arms forever, completely intoxicated by the music.
She said softly, "They are still cultivating in the spiritual land. Wanqing and Rourou are preparing to harvest dragon blood rice. It will probably take a long time."
My sister Han went to forge the dragon scale armor; it will probably take some time.
As she whispered softly, a figure appeared, wearing a long cheongsam embroidered with willow leaves, as if they had just been picked and fallen onto the fabric.
Upon seeing the person approaching, Ji Xixi gently waved, and Liu Qianqian quietly walked over, getting very close.
After a moment of close contact, she whispered softly, "These past few days I've been surveying the surrounding area, and Yang Chenghuang can move freely. However, while there's no punishment for leaving the designated area, his power has been greatly reduced, so there must still be some constraints."
He Chen nodded gently and said softly, "Don't go investigating these things anymore. Leaving this territory will greatly increase your danger. Let's observe the situation. If they attack, I'll handle it."
He slowly moved upwards, gently pinched her, as a form of punishment, and whispered, "Don't act on your own again next time."
Liu Qianqian's face flushed instantly, and she responded softly, pressing herself tightly against him and wriggling slightly.
Jingzhai chuckled softly.
They gently arrived at the soft couch in the room, and the four of them leaned against their lovers' arms, not wanting to move.
Ji Xixi whispered to Jingzhai, "Sister, this change will likely greatly weaken the Demon Slaying Division. If the conditions were the same in the royal city, you'd probably lose even more manpower."
Jingzhai nodded slightly, saying indifferently, "The Demon Slaying Division also needs some changes. Relying on the resources and financial support of the royal city will always lead to being controlled by it."
When my elder brother was alive, there were rules to follow. Now, people have changed, and so have many things. When people change, even the best dreams are just illusions.
Ji Xixi nodded slightly. Jian Jingzhai had his own thoughts and expectations, so he nodded slightly and said no more.
A large hand wrapped around her waist, and her face turned rosy.
Jingzhai and Piaomiaoyue beside her, as well as Liu Qianqian, murmured softly, their voices ringing gently in her ears.
The sunset had not yet faded, and the restless sounds slowly echoed in the warm room, along with playful whispers.
Her long, silky hair flowed back and forth!
The song murmured softly until it stopped midway through the moon's journey.
Young Master Cai returned to the Luo family, packed up the valuables and medicines he had received, and handed them over to Miss Luo. It was truly a case of mutual affection.
He then instructed that the Changchong Sect should remain under Elder Qiu's management, and that Elder Qiu should also take charge of the spiritual land.
Alone with his sword, he gracefully returned to report to his elders. Leaving the territory of Xiatang County, he turned around and headed towards the Cliff of Repentance.
Repentance Cliff, Repentance Cliff, located in the State of Qi near the mountains. Outside Repentance Cliff is Repentance Temple, and inside Repentance Temple are a thousand steps. According to legend, anyone who sincerely repents can beg for forgiveness by bowing a hundred times on each step in front of the temple.
There is also a legend that if you have a grievance in your heart, you should kowtow a hundred times on each step, and the true Buddha will appear and come to help you.
Moreover, although the temple was not very popular, it donated incense and candles every year, which was believed to ward off evil spirits. Even the King of Qi gave it some face, and the surrounding villagers often came to offer incense and prayers.
Confession Cliff is a massive cliff that soars into the clouds, seemingly reaching straight to the heavens. Its walls are covered with sharp rocks, like countless swords pointing to the sky, inspiring awe and fear.
At the edge of the Cliff of Repentance, a fierce wind howled, whipping up clouds of sand and stones, while the surrounding gales were like knives, raging relentlessly.
The bottom of the Cliff of Repentance is shrouded in mist, its depths unseen, and the thick fog surrounding it makes it impossible to see its bottom.
It is said that those who commit heinous crimes will be mercilessly devoured if they enter this place, while kind-hearted people who mistakenly enter can return alive.
Outside the Cliff of Repentance, just a few dozen miles away, lies a completely different scene. Although it is not a sacred place, it enjoys favorable weather and abundant harvests. Moreover, the surrounding fertile fields belong to the Temple of Repentance and are rented out to the surrounding villagers.
Inside the Chanhui Temple, young novices dressed in gray robes were sweeping, dusting, chopping wood, and carrying water. Although they looked hard-working, they were all quite young, only eleven or twelve years old, with the oldest being fourteen or fifteen.
The surrounding villagers were extremely envious, wishing they could send their children here. However, there were requirements for selecting people here every three or four years, and the specific requirement was that they feel a connection with the person.
As for what constitutes a "love at first sight" connection, the surrounding villagers are unaware, and those who do know keep quiet. The child stays in the temple for three years, and if he is sent down the mountain after three years, it signifies the end of their connection.
However, the temple also teaches some literacy and scripture recitation, so one can gain a lot of knowledge.
Those who know the situation naturally understand that this is the selection process for disciples at the Repentance Temple, and only those who are destined to be with me can enter.
What is fate? Those who are not destined to be together cannot know.
The young novice monk, Hui Shijiu, was diligently sweeping up fallen leaves; half a basket of leaves had already been swept up in the corner. Hui Shijiu was merely a code name given to them when they entered the group; he was the nineteenth person brought in.
Before entering the sect, a name is just a code. Only after entering the sect can one be given a name, just like how Uncle Wusong is assigning them tasks now.
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